Tag: not my fic

Ok, actual smut: It was purely for the case, Sherlock kept telling himself. His body was only transport and the unfamiliar sensations flooding him were temporary. Though a part of him desperately wished they weren’t. The feeling of John’s hands petting his hair, the sound of John’s voice telling him what to do, the release of trusting John with what to do… it was beyond the realm of Sherlock’s experience. His mind was clearer than cocaine had ever made it and his muscles were relaxed. (cntd)

Part 2: If asked, he would have described what he was feeling as ‘content.’ He…

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